It is morning Too dark for the sun to give a shout And I sit at my desk and plan my day Errands to run This to do, that to clean Have I left room for Love, or Laughter or Thank you Just what is important In all this rushing about by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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